A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

gender based violence

“Unseen Darkness” is one of my favourite pieces and most powerful collaborations. It
provided me with an opportunity to work with the talented at artist, Thiviyaa Sehasothy of Art by Thiviyaa, and Dilani Bala, Photographer extraordinaire. But as in the true nature of collabs, this piece extended past the three of us, and has a story of many admirable people/women.
Below I want to share my story, as that is the one I can speak to.

Where does this story begin?… In many different places, with many different people.

It began with a post about VAW shared across three Instagram channels.

It began when Thiviyaa created a beautiful piece from the (just as soul speaking) work of Dilani.

It began with a phone call to Thiviyaa, asking if she would want to create a piece for this poem.

It began when Abuse Never Becomes Us (ANBU) asked me if I had a photo to accompany the poem. I said, “Not yet, but there is only one person I want to ask.”

It began with ANBU, who reached out to me to share a piece for their March 2017 Newsletter.

It began with the stellar performance of my friend Sathya Thillainathan, who told Anbu about my poetry after she performed at their launch event.

My tongue fights the formation of these words,
as if I could draw them back,
inhale the context of which they survive.

Instead, I spit them out,
these words I hate.
The ones I want to crawl back
into my mouth, into my body.

“You don’t have to report it,
until you are ready…”

Ready to face the disbelief

Ready to fight every stranger

Ready to hear “well meaning” advice
Of all the things you should have said,
What you didn’t wear
Where you walked and
The bad people you know.

“None of this would matter if…”
I want to say

If only the police wouldn’t treat you like a criminal,
as if it were your fault that God blessed you to be a woman.
And in doing so men saw you as their gift,
to unpackage and rewrap as many times as they wanted.

If only the courts

If only your parents

If only your community

If only media

If you aren’t ready to lose you mind,
your sense of self,
your worth.

To be the one,
whose label will remain even after the scars heal.
And your pain, baby girl,
will no longer be yours
but playdoh in the hands of others.
Shifting and shaping it until the image is one they form,
but still crushable until it becomes a mess of colours,
where truth and lies are indistinguishable

If… If…

So I send you into the world.
Another victim yet a survivor,
hoping you understand
that the survival has only
just begun.

AN 1: The poem for today was inspired by my work with many of the GBV Agencies that I have been employed with and the struggles of the women and men we help.

AN 2: December 6, it is the National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence against Women in Canada. In 1991, the Canadian Parliment established the day of remembrance on the anniversary of the murder of 14 young women at l’École Polytechnique de Montréal, in 1989. The shooter, a 25-year-old, claimed to be “fighting feminism” and shot and killed 14 women, injured 10 women and 4 men before committing suicide.

December 6 always reminds me that GBW/VAW is still very close and can happen anytime. Before this event, as a kid, violence against women seemed to be something that, at least publically, we had moved passed. I was 9 when the massacre happened, and we had left Montreal just a year earlier. Maybe that is why this day always held a significant place in my heart.

AN: I wrote this poem back in 1998 – I can’t remember what inspired it for sure, I think it was an illustration of a girl, who had been assaulted walking under a lamp light. Sorry for the throwback – some changes.

It’s funny; I wrote this poem on November 28, 1998 (according to my poetry journal) and whenever I re-type my older poems, so many things so through my head –